Glitch was in a supply closet, their blank eyes aimed toward the camera. There were two exits, a vent and a door. They still stared, before slightly closing their lower jaw, as if to make sure it still worked. A few moments later, they let it go lax again. Stiffly, the animontronic propped themselves up to a sitting position, still staring at the camera all the while.
They preferred to be secluded in the closet. They didn't need the others. They could manage just fine on their own. They fidgeted with a scrap of fur that was falling off near their right wrist. If they needed to, they could do this all themselves. They growled softly in though, a low and rusty sound. Others would just distract you from what you're supposed to be doing. It was faster to do it themselves. And it wasn't like any of the other animatronics there actually understood them, like how they didn't understand the others. The truth simply was that they needed no one.
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